Money, money, money, money

Love is just a history that they may prove
And when you’re gone I’ll tell them my religion’s you
When [bad word] to kill the King upon his throne
I’m ready for their stones

I’ll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head
Like Jesus said

I’m gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Ands above my head, dance together
Forgive him before he’s dead because

I won’t cry for you
I won’t [bad word] the things you do
I won’t cry for you
See when you’re gone, I’ll still be Bloody Mary

We are not just art for Michaelangelo to carve
He can’t rewrite the argo of my furied heart
I wait on mountain tops in Paris cold
Je veux mourire tout seule

I’ll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head
Like Jesus said

I’m gonna dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Ands above my head, dance together
Forgive him before he’s dead because

I won’t cry for you
I won’t [bad word] the things you do
I won’t cry for you
See when you’re gone, I’ll still be Bloody Mary

GaGa, GaGa, GaGa, GaGa
GaGa, GaGa, GaGa, GaGa

Dum dum da da-da
Dum dum da da-da, da-da-da da-da
Dum dum da da-da

Dum dum da da-da
Dum dum da da-da, da-da-da da-da
Dum dum da da-da

I won’t cry for you
I won’t [bad word] the things you do
I won’t cry for you
See when you’re gone, I’ll still be Bloody Mary.